Trapped in the System: A Poem on the 9 to 5 Grind

Capitalism, a cruel mistress fair,
A system built on greed and care,
A world where money is the only king,
And people are just cattle, on a string.
We're programmed, like robots, every day,
To work the 9 to 5, with no delay,
Toiling away, just to pay the bills,
And struggling to get ahead, just to fulfill.
Our lives are consumed by work and more,
And there's never time to explore,
To find joy and love, or to simply be,
For we're just slaves, in this economy.
We're told that success is just a raise,
And that wealth and fame will bring us praise,
But what good is money, when you can't breathe,
When life has lost its meaning, and you can't be free?
Capitalism, a hateful game we play,
A world where people are nothing, but prey,
A system that exploits and takes what's due,
And leaves us empty, and feeling blue.
So let us reject this cruel reality,
And seek a new way, for humanity,
Where love and kindness, reign supreme,
And people can finally, truly dream.